have you not learned
tomorrow comes, regardless?
lie with me, my love
and dream
on this shared pillow

GUSTS #21 2015

more fragrant
than spring flowers, the scent
of my lover’s arms—
lingering this morning
in a mist of autumn dreams

GUSTS #21 2015

for a moment,
a snatch of song
I almost remember…
somewhere, in my memory
also the press of your skin

GUSTS #21 2015

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